Keegan Vaillancourt Audiobook Demo 2021
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Vocal Characteristics
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (Canadian-General) North American (General)Transcript
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Keegan Vaillancourt, reading an excerpt from the thief of Always. The temperature had risen while Harvey had been at lunch. A heat haze hovered over the lawn, which was lusher and more thick with flowers than he remembered, and it made the trees around the house shimmer. He headed towards them, calling Wendell's name as he went. There was no reply. He glanced back towards the house, thinking he might see Wendell at one of the windows, But they were all reflecting the pristine blue. He looked from house to heaven's. There was not a cloud in sight, and now a suspicion stole upon him, which grew into a certainty as his gaze wandered back to the shimmering cops and the flowers underfoot during the hour he'd spent in the cool of the kitchen. The season had changed. Summer had come to Mr Hood's holiday house, a summer as magical as the spring that preceded it. That was why the sky was so faultlessly blue and the birds making such music the leaf Latin branches were no less content, nor the blossoms in the grass nor the bees that buzzed from bloom to bloom, gathering the season's bounty. All were in bliss. It would not be a long season. Harvey Guest. If the spring had been over in the morning, then most likely the perfect summer would not outlast the afternoon. I'd better make the most of it, he thought, and hurried in search of Wendell. He finally discovered his friends, sitting in the shade of the trees with a pile of comics at his side. Want to sit down and read? He asked. Maybe later said Harvey. First I want to go and look at this lake you were talking about. Are you gonna come? What for? I told you, it's no fun, All right, I'll go on my own. You won't stay long, Wendell remarked, and went back to his reading. The Harvey had a good idea of the lakes. General whereabouts. The bushes on that side of the house were thick and thorny, and it took him several minutes to find a way through them. By the time he caught sight of the lake itself, the sweat on his face and back was clammy, and his arms had been scratched and bloodied by barbs.